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[labelleizzy]

I know very little about some of the people on my friends list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you.

But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes stealing office supplies."

I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal.

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[ilsitane.livejournal.com]

Huh - lessee. You may or may not know lots of things about me, so I'll throw out a few that may be entertaining...

I dropped out of high school, although I had only 3 classes left to have taken all of the English and Math courses available to me, and I took the California High School Proficiency Exam to prove my adequacy.

I have had some very odd jobs: my first paying job was as a calligrapher, I worked at Taco Bell twice and loved it, I worked graveyard shift at a gas station / convenience store, I worked at a photo lab / studio for 3 years, I delivered auto parts... then I launched my multi-career in accounting and/or desktop publishing, and eventually spent part of a school year teaching math.

I abhore the stealing of office supplies, and other such petty acts of dishonesty to one's self. I noticed on a recent excursion that both Frederik and I are fairly insistent about pushing the button and waiting for the walk signal at intersections. It's not that I'm partcularly law abiding - I just like the order that comes of following sensible rules.

I didn't start any sort of formalized dancing until after learning some Irish and ballroom at those Traveler's Union related parties in Sacramento, but I used to dance and sing in the reflection in our family room sliding glass door for hours and hours. I started my singing career at the tender age of 5, belting out the latest pop songs with my baby blue radio shack a.m. radio in my backyard. I still have that little radio.

I collect strange things, including view master reels, hot wheels cars and random plastic spoons - I have a Josie and the Pussycats spoon that I got in a cereal box in the actual 1970s.

I have a sister who is almost nothing like me - who buys two full size pick-up trucks for every hybrid I can buy, who smokes cigarettes and drinks daily, who had the same job for something like 13 years and it involved managing a large group of people, who likes those big muscly boys you see on the beach and has one for a husband, who likes to watch those absurd romantic comedies with lots of bathroom humor that I just don't get, who really doesn't read books, but reads several car enthusiast magazines monthly. We're still surprisingly close, although I feel like a hypocrite half the time.

I would like to get enough land to help with wolf rescue. I love wolves, I love helping, and I'm amazingly good with animals.

I want to visit Tibet and see what's going on there for myself. (I am reading everything I can get my hands on about Tibet. I am boycotting Chinese goods because of continued, blatent human rights violations in China and Tibet. But this is not the place to go off...)

I don't like it when cake and ice cream are served together because ice cream gives cake a weird sort of cruncy texture. I have many, many more odd food habits. When I was a toddler, apparently I consistently put the first spaghetti noodle I picked up ceremonially across the top of my head before eating the rest. I pick my pizza apart and eat bits of it separately even if I like everything on it.

When given the chance to write something, I go on and on and on... done now!

[labelleizzy.livejournal.com]

I tend to write "novel-length" responses myself.
I find this one you've done to be very very informative. Love the idea of wolf rescue but don't think I'll ever live on that much land. I want people and community really nearby and I don't ever want to "take care of" too much property. Watched my mom do that for a very long time. Want a tiny little formal-type magical herb garden, lots of herbs for cooking, and lots of flowers and fruit trees. I don't care if I have more than a tiny bit of grass just big enough for a picnic.